His face was glistening, and I remember him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then using his tongue to lick the fur clean.His face was glistening, and I remember him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and then using his tongue to lick the fur clean. He stroked my face. I smiled, began shifting, moving down under him. He lifted his body a little, so I could get underneath. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. Even my knowledge as a doctor didn't help much, sparse as it was. You designed the feline centaurs so... differently that I had to learn by trial and error. But try I did. I reached up and began to softly stroke the attached foreskin with my mittens. He growled, saying "That's it, princess." That's what you call me! I lightly stroked around his rear haunches, and I think I giggled once when his tail flicked over my cunt. His cock began to grow, coming out of his foreskin. It was long and glistening, soft pink, and I reached back under his forelegs for a pillow. I supported my head with the pillow and, wrapping my tens around his body for support, lifted myself to his cock. I ran my tongue over it, and it twitched a little, and the growls he emitted were wonderful. I opened my mouth and sucked it in, feeling the smoothness of it, the soft satiny skin, and if I pressed just so hard in this one spot I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. I began to suck in all earnestness, but he said, "P'nyssa, would you like me to roll over? I wouldn't want you to hurt your neck like that." I stopped, and he settled down into his full side, bent over so he could watch me. I was a fem possessed, I don't know why. |